…and I am past the finish line. One of the amazing things about marathons is that they are over at some point. Just by doing it. Sounds stupid, but it really fascinates me. The time between the start and finish is a bit like a journey, I always feel like a different person to the one at the start line. And somehow in between you have the milestones. And each one is a witness of a different part of your…
And I can’t wait to start, because it’s cold! Hopefully it will warm up a bit, the forecast says so. I know, all my start line pictures look exactly the same, but I still love posting them. It takes a bit off the edge and calms me down. See you at the finish line!
The race starts and ends in the Stadion Narodowy, which is the National Stadium. It looks pretty cool and feels very special. It is also the place where I had to pick up my number and race pack. I did panic a bit in the end, worried that I won’t make it in time. The train from the airport to the stop that I thought was the closest to the stadium took ages. And on the journey we right passed…
And here comes marathon number 5: Warsaw. Why Warsaw? Well, I initially wanted to run Loch Ness this weekend, but somehow it seemed to be all to complicated, pricy and such a hassle. It’s strange, but traveling within UK seems to be more effort than hopping on a plane and going abroad. In case of Warsaw I could conveniently leave home at 11am and will be still I time to pick up my race number at Stadion Narodowy by 8pm.…
Here is the picture from just after the finish line. What you can’t see is the beer in my hand, a nice Swiss beer sponsor made sure we are getting the priority rights after all the pain. And painful it was, in fact so much that I cannot remember the beer’s label. (Sorry guys, your marketing efforts were wasted on me, but still much appreciated.) Kilometre 37-40 were the hardest and most beautiful at the same time. What we (the…
It starts, I am scared, see you at the finish line!
I should have read the race info earlier, not at the airport the evening before the event, with suitcase packed and the new and shiny trail running shoes in it. Well, they are not that new and shiny anymore, last Saturday I gave them a go with my last long training run before the Jungfrau. I chose a route with as much trail as possible, which is a bit of a challenge living in a big city. But Epping Forest…